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A spark from the match light up his face as he lit his cigarette, his words spoken with callous venom.
"It's your fault, really. There's no other way ta see it, all this is because ah you and your damn pride." The figure stood up from the tree root he was sitting on.
Sesshomaru clenched his fist and felt the poison of his claws burn into his own flesh. As much as he wished to deny it, as much as he ached to tear the mouth from this shadowy figure and silence him for good, he could not. The words spoken were true, his sin irredeemable, and his loss un-retainable.
Those in attendance to the funeral bowed their heads in respect to the deceased ningen, even the mate of the Lord of the Western Lands, Lady Sayuri.
"It's kinda pathetic, really." He breathed out a cloud of smoke from his pearly white teeth. "Such a powerfully strong and understandably feared being reduced to nothing by a small slip of humanities cast weakness." Sesshomaru turned to the invader, his eyes red in fury, and pierced into the flesh of the man's chest. He released the poison from his claws and heard the sizzling of burning flesh. The man however made no move to rebuff him from his person, not even a sign that he was in the slightest of pain.
"Typical Sesshomaru, push comes ta shove, you lash out with all you got." He put the cigarette back in his mouth and with one hand threw Sesshomaru across the field of flowers, no one making a move to aid him. When Sesshomaru regained his footing he saw not only were poisoned claw marks healed without a scratch, the mans kimono jacket wasn't even torn. "Face it Sesshomaru, if it weren't for you she'd probably have been better off."
Sesshomaru lunged at the man and was grabbed at the neck before he strike by a now razor taloned hand. "Or did you actually think she would stay your little play thing while you rode her and your MATE!" his voice distorted at the end and he threw Sesshomaru back to the ground and walked off.
"Face it Sesshomaru, Rin's dead, you killed her."